A Dish Best Served Cold - NaNoWriMo 2025 Challenge

[Shocker]

Oh this could get spicy, Suzy is a bit too nice to get easily kicked out on base of the Honor code.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Religious hypocrisy
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Natalie and Suzy go through Redstone's Honor Code
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Honor Code





The two women spent the rest of Sunday night going over the Redstone College Student Handbook until quiet hours kicked in at 10. They studied the school’s Honor & Integrity Code like there was a hidden message in it. Every student agrees to abide by the code when they enroll, and their actions are supposed to uphold the standards of the community. The code was broken into six sections with an appendix.

The first was ‘The Redstone Commitment’ where each student swears that “I will seek to live as a person of integrity and faith, honoring Christ in word, deed, and thought. I will respect the standards of Redstone College and conduct myself in harmony with it’s mission both on and off campus.” Natalie and Suzy gave that affirmation when they enrolled, just like every other student. The thought of Suzy breaking her word weighed on her more than any actions Natalie might do. Natalie already has a murder under her belt, which is probably viewed as a greater transgression than being caught smoking a cigarette in her dorm, which Suzy brought up as an idea to get expelled.

The next section was ‘The Honor & Integrity Code’, the meat and potatoes of this document. It laid out what the school considered the main tenants of being a good Christian student. The first part was Academic Honesty. This part was pretty self-explanatory, saying that the student would not cheat, help others cheat, would credit all sources and snitch out any known instances of said dishonesty. Natalie couldn’t count how many times she’s broken this, let alone her brothers. She’s a few credits away from graduation and hadn’t written a paper completely by herself until this semester. Meanwhile Suzy freaked out about whether or not she used the proper citation method for her Introduction to Christian Worldview class.

The juicy parts that would lead to Suzy getting in trouble, possibly expelled, were the other parts of this section. The ‘Personal Conduct’ and ‘Sexual Morality’ sections read like they were written by the most conservative voices of the 1950’s, which is not far from the truth. The student affirms to live according to biblical moral standards and refrain from behavior “inconsistent with Christian virtue” while treating others with dignity, respect, and so on. It’s just vague enough to leave interpretation about what is Christian or not, or what is biblically moral. One could argue that not living like a pauper is a violation of these rules, while another could say that not sicking bears on a pack of children for making fun of a bald man is also ‘not living biblically.’ The sections for ‘Respect for Property’ and ‘Substance Abuse’ were pretty self-explanatory. No drugs, no drinking, no tobacco, no pills any time either on or off campus. Don’t trash the place, don’t vandalize or steal anything, and don’t be a jerk about other’s property. ‘Community Life & Respect’ was also straight forward.

What the girls saw as the easiest ways to violate the policy were breaking the ‘Campus Life Standards’ rules, ‘Modesty & Appearance’, and ‘Sexual Morality.’

Campus Life Standards were the basic rules of living on campus like the curfew of 11PM weekdays and 1AM Friday and Saturday with quiet hours every night at 10:00. Members of the opposite sex aren’t allowed in the rooms at all, and can only visit a few hours a day in designated areas. Chapel attendance was mandatory 3 days a week for Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, and also expected on Sunday but not required since the students may be off campus for the weekend. R-rated movies were prohibited from campus, along with any music with a Parental Advisory label. Possession of porn was strictly forbidden and is discussed further in the Sexual Morality section.

Modesty & Appearance mandates how students should appear and dress. Dresses, skirts, or slacks of modest length, nothing too short, button-ups and collared shirts worn during class and chapel. No piercings besides one set for women, jewelry has to be subdued, and hair clean, neat and natural. Outside of class times, more modern clothes are allowed and they occasionally have Casual Friday or similar special events. Natalie didn’t mind the uniformed look and atmosphere as she felt it gave a sense of order and discipline, but Suzy hated wearing slacks to class. Her friends from high school would talk about showing up to lectures in sweats and pajamas some days.

The biggest and most likely way to get in trouble at Redstone College was to violate the Sexual Morality clauses. Natalie wondered how many more times Jason and Jacob could possibly violate this before even Father’s money wouldn’t be enough to keep them out of trouble. The code was pretty straightforward.

“I will abstain from sexual relations outside of a biblical marriage between one man and one woman.”
“I will avoid behavior, entertainment, or relationships that conflict with the spirit of chastity and self-respect.”
“Pornography in any form - printed, video, or electronic, is prohibited.”

The two girls reread the Sexual Morality section a couple more times to digest it’s meaning and how to interpret it. Suzy was the first to say anything.

“Safe to say that your brothers got in trouble with this?”

“Yep.”

“What happened to the girls?”

Natalie thought for a moment before answering. “Usually expelled. Think out of the 7 times they went to the Honor Council for sex issues, the girls were expelled 6 times. The other time the girl was someone important’s daughter.”

“Straight to expulsion?”

“Well, sort of. The way they work is that the Honor Council will issue their punishment, but offer a smaller punishment or probation with penance and asking for forgiveness. Only twice did the girls not beg for forgiveness I think.”

“What happened then?” Suzy asked.

“First time the girl lost it during the meeting and screamed at the Dean, blaming them for covering for rapists. The second time the girl just accepted it, said thanks, and left.” Natalie said.

“Wait, did you say-“

“Yes.” Natalie cut her off. “The whole thing started because the girl, think her name was Christie, reported them for raping her in their apartment. Honor Council took that as an admission of sex and expelled her, even though they raped her.” Natalie said that matter of factly. Suzy stared on in horror as Natalie continued. “Understand how sexist this place is. It’s not just money, but girls get punished worse than boys here. Couple gets busted making out, he’ll get a couple hours of service while she gets suspended or loses a major role. Girls usually get punished a level worse than boys for the same thing, but almost never in the same meeting. If they’re in the same meeting or getting seen at the same time, they’ll get the same punishment. But that council loves making examples of girls.”

Suzy sat there on her bed for a minute rolling all of it over in her mind a couple times. “You wouldn’t have a clue how they punish various offenses, do you? Don’t want to go too far to get out, just far enough, know what I mean?”

“You don’t want to fuck a guy when a handjob will do?”

Suzy nodded. “…Yeah. Especially if I’m not trying to get him in too much trouble either.”

“I’ll ask around, see what I can find out. I do know that they look down worse on same sex stuff than they do on straight couples.”

“So I could either screw a guy or kiss a girl in the quad?”

“Might need to go a little further, but that’s about right.” Natalie said.

“Well, if it’s the last day of the semester and I haven’t found a guy and you’re in the middle of the quad standing by yourself and I run up to you, I’m not trying to attack you.” Suzy laughed at her little joke. Natalie joined in a moment later.

The two talked a little longer before heading to bed. Natalie thought about all she’d have to do this week, from finding a new place to live to figuring out how to poison her family so that they know she’s in charge.

As she drifted off to sleep, Natalie couldn’t help but replay today’s events. In the dark, she rubbed her cheek where Suzy’s lips grazed it, a warm feeling rolled through her body as she thought about her friend before succumbing to sleep.
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To Be Continued. We've got some more lore building and origin stuff, but there is some noncon stuff coming up in a couple chapters.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Overcaffination and Speculation
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Natalie steps into the world of real estate...
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For Sale




Natalie met with Alice Wang outside this new and rising coffee shop called Starbucks on Seventh Street. There were a few other coffee shops in the area, but Natalie preferred the taste of the coffee here. Plus, she would let herself splurge and get a White Chocolate Mocha from time to time as opposed to her normal black coffee, though the black coffee was still her go-to. Natalie was dressed for a day of walking and crawling around in lousy buildings with a pair of Nike tennis shoes, blue jeans, and her beige jacket covering her “Redstone” hooded sweatshirt. Alice, an Asian woman in her 30’s, wore slacks and flats, and bundled up like it was a blizzard outside. The weather was a crisp 35 degrees in the morning with a high only of 50. The sun was already out, probably the only reason it wasn’t below freezing.

“Oh my goodness, so good to see you again.” Alice was very chipper and happy. Natalie went for the handshake, but got the feeling that Alice wanted the hug. She eventually gave in for a quick hug. The two talked while in line, Alice offering to cover the cost of the coffees. It was also at Alice’s insistence that Natalie get something “a little fancier” than a black coffee and chose her White Chocolate Mocha with a double shot of Espresso.

Feeling warm and wired, the two women walked through Collegetown as Natalie went into more detail about what she was looking for. She wanted a building with a storefront at street level, preferably one where they could sell books and supplies but also set it up as a mission. A small meeting area would be nice, but it’s not necessary. She also needs a place to live nearby, the closer the better.

“How about upstairs?” Alice asked.

“That’s about as close as it gets.”

“Good. I have a couple places in mind. There’s a couple on campus-“

“Which campus?” Natalie cut her off.

“HCU.”

“Sorry, there’s like a dozen schools around here.” Natalie said politely.

“No worries. Most are not on any of the HCU grounds, which is good. Anything inside of Chancellor Way is considered HCU property and is a whole bunch of red tape to make happen. I have a spot or two on University Ave, but again money, though you’ll get all the foot traffic you’ll ever want. There’s two spots on Drayton that are kind of rough but not terrible. I’ll save the best for last if foot traffic isn’t the highest concern for you. There’s this little building on Marwick that I think is perfect, but it’s also a few blocks from the heart of everything, a little off the beaten path. It’s priced to move now, where the others are a little pricier. You said your budget was 500, right?”

Natalie nodded. “Yes. I have $500,000 ready to spend on this venture. If we can stay under that, that would be better. Leaves more for God’s work.”

“Exactly. Let’s go check these out.”

With that, the two women spent most of the day walking through the crisp November weather looking at storefronts and apartments. The two storefronts on University Avenue turned out to be two halves of the same building that the current owner was trying to split up, and only covered parts of the building. Natalie declined those options right away. One building on Drayton wasn’t bad but was pricier at $550k. The other was well within budget, but was, as one of the students leaving the building coined it, “a shithole.” The building was falling apart, the stairs buckled under their weight, and the smell of mold permeated every surface. It was so bad that Alice apologized profusely for even taking them there. By this point it was close to lunch, and the two decided to stop by Bennett Square and grab a bite from a local deli shop. Alice grabbed the check as the two had a quick lunch. When they sat at the table near the window, Alice pointed to a building across the plaza, just within eyeshot.

“That’s the one I was saving for the end. I think it would be perfect, except it doesn’t get all the foot traffic.”

Natalie stared at it for a moment between bites of her turkey on white, squinting to see the red brick building covered in years of soot. “Looks nice from here. Very nice. What’s the story with that one?”

Alice chewed and swallowed, clearing her mouth before continuing. “That? Well, recently came up on the market a few months ago. Landlord has, well, he has some debts that he needs to clear up and is motivated to sell right away. Asking price is 400, but we might be able to get him to go lower if the offer is good and fast. Storefront was last a coffee shop, before that a card shop, and a florist before that. Long time ago it was a tailor’s shop. Upstairs you have 4 units. Biggest is a 2 bedroom, then two 1 bedrooms and a studio. One of the one bedrooms has a den that could be used as a bedroom but doesn’t meet the legal definition of a bedroom.”

“Why?”

“A bedroom has to have a way to escape a fire. That room doesn’t have a window big enough for a person to climb through. Doesn’t stop anyone from using it as one, but you can’t list it as two beds.”

“Got it.”

“Storefront is 2,000 square feet, so plenty big enough. Could even split the space up if you want. Neighbors are nice. Laundromat on one side, pizza shop across the street. Alley access in the back for deliveries along with off-street parking. A few doors down is a bar, and a couple other stores pop in and out on the street over the years.”

“Would I have to be the landlord?” Natalie thought about getting a call at 3 in the morning to unplug a toilet and it disgusted her.

“No. You can do it however you want. Most people I sell too usually either do it themselves or hire someone they know. Others will hire a building manager to do that kind of stuff, or bring in a whole company if they have enough business.” Alice said, taking a sip of Diet Coke after speaking.

“What about the rent?”

“Big one is currently 550/month. The 1 beds are 400 and 450, and the studio is 300.”

“We could raise those a little bit, right?” Natalie asked.

“Absolutely. Leases run out next May I think for most of them if they’re occupied, you could easily raise the rents and bring in new students. And repeat the cycle every year.”

Natalie finished her sandwich and grabbed her bottle of Diet Coke. “Let’s go check it out.” Natalie stood, waiting for Alice to finish her corned beef sandwich. An awkward minute of chewing and swallowing later, and the two women made their way to the building on Marwick Street.


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By the time Natalie finished her tour of the building on Marwick Street, she had gone from ‘this is nice’ to ‘which room do I want?’ The storefront was the perfect size for both a small storefront for bibles and such as well as a small gathering place. Past that was a storeroom and a small office. The office was barely big enough for a desk and the storeroom had direct access to the alleyway behind the building. A fire escape ran up the back of the building to the apartments above. While the store could definitely use a deep cleaning, there was potential. A quick walk up the stairs to the second floor showed the two biggest apartments, 2A and 2B. 2A was the 2 bedroom that overlooked Marwick street. The decor screamed like it was from the fifties with mint green cabinets and a fireplace that was bricked over years before she was born. The bathroom had pink tile and the room smelled of Pine-Sol. The floors were hardwood throughout, so at least there was no carpet to clean. The bedrooms had a radiator in each of them which is controlled by the building supervisor. 2B was similarly adorned but was smaller, overlooking the alley. It had a back porch of sorts where the fire escape led to. Up on the third floor, the last two apartments looked like they were new additions to the building. The roofline became apparent as they entered the first apartment, 3A. The bedroom roof slanted towards the edge of the building, getting hard for even Natalie at 5’5” to stand. This room was painted white with newer fixtures, as though it was put in within the last few years. 3B was even smaller, essentially being a glorified studio apartment. The roofline cut off much of the sides and rear of the room. She wondered how she could set up the room so that it didn’t feel as cramped. The bright white walls and ceiling certainly gave it a larger presence than it actually was. It wasn’t great, but it was private.

It was when the women walked down the steps that Natalie did something that surprised Alice. “Wait one second.” As soon as they were on the bottom steps, Natalie climbed the steps again, all the way to the top, then back down. Without stopping, she did it one more time, her steps slowing as she reached the top. Natalie returned, out of breath at the bottom. “Wanted to make sure… I could make the trip… after trip… moving will… be a pain. How much?”

Alice was a little taken back at the last part. “Building is listed for 399, but he’s motivated to sell.”

“How motivated?” Natalie said, standing up and putting her hands on her head to increase airflow to her lungs.

“He might come down a little for a good offer. What were you thinking?” Alice asked.

“350.”

“That’s a pretty big drop, but we can start from there. How much were you thinking for a down payment?”

“350. Straight cash. We can go to the bank today if you want.”

Alice was shocked. She knew Natalie had some money, but she never expected this. “Yeah. We can do that. We verify funds, make an offer for a cash sale, then see what the seller says. They might take the lower amount if it’s cash. Their agent said they sounded kind of desperate.”

“Cool. Let’s do it.”

With that, the two women left. Natalie looked around one last time as she laid out her plans. The storefront would be the public face, the store and mission that brought people in and proclaimed the ministry while it gave her space and freedom to plot. She could take down everyone from here, and only those she brought in to her inner circle would know her true intentions.

The first part of her plan was falling into place. Now it was time to make sure that she could operate without interference.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

And so it begins …

Love the way you set those things up.

[SoftGameHunter]

Just because Walter Koenig wasn't cast as Chekov until season 2 doesn't mean the character wasn't on the ship at all. Most of the crew is invisible. The original Enterprise took a crew of about four hundred, but I don't believe that many crewmen were portrayed live on the show over the entire three seasons. Khan would have seen lots of crewmen during his stay, not just the bridge officers and Marla McGivers.

Oh, and good story. I'm liking the deliberate set up.

[LtBroccoli]

Just because Walter Koenig wasn't cast as Chekov until season 2 doesn't mean the character wasn't on the ship at all. Most of the crew is invisible. The original Enterprise took a crew of about four hundred, but I don't believe that many crewmen were portrayed live on the show over the entire three seasons. Khan would have seen lots of crewmen during his stay, not just the bridge officers and Marla McGivers.

Oh, and good story. I'm liking the deliberate set up.

Yeah, it's one of the few complaints I have with the movie but it's like what you said, Chekov was likely elsewhere on the ship. Though it would've been a great spot for having Sulu as the Reliant's XO but his role was supposed to be different. There was some dialogue for having Kirk talk about Sulu's upcoming promotion to Captain but Shatner, well, he Shatner'ed the line.

Thanks. @Shocker and you for liking the setup. NGL, I love writing the setups. I like building the world before tearing it down, and the bigger the buildup the greater the fall. Especially when I can throw a few wrenches in the works. Sometimes a plan comes together, sometimes it goes to shit. It's why I like heist movies. Competent people making a plan that goes up in flames, and then having to find a way out.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Offscreen descriptions of child abuse, and other crimes
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Natalie looks at her family history and how they really make money...
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Family Business





“It’s amazing what you can do when you’re rich.” Natalie’s father told her that when she was a young girl. Growing up with means skewed her sense of the world. Sure, there were people much richer than them, but she grew up with more than she ever wanted. Too bad she couldn’t use it like the other rich kids she knew. Hell, even her brothers were allowed to use the money her family made from their ventures but she wasn’t. She had to hide what she bought and what she used because she was “their special girl.”

Natalie at first chalked this up to the family’s ministry. She was told, and later assumed, that flaunting their wealth for anything other than growing the ministry and spreading the word of God was the sin of pride. It was wrong to brag about wealth when others struggled to eat or pay rent. When she grew up, she assumed that she wore clothes off the rack at Kauffman’s or JC Penny’s because it was less prideful than getting her clothes tailored like the rest of her family. Even after she stopped growing in high school, she just assumed that this was to be less ostentatious. The only times she ever dressed in anything tailored for her was when she was on stage with her family, and even then she looked subdued next to her father in an over-the-top suit and jewelry. But as soon as the cameras turned off, it was back to her conservative style that was more at home in a uniformed school than the regular world. She was sent to a public high school instead of a private school because they “wanted to make sure she had experience with a worldly education” and used what she studied and experienced as a reason to pursue opening their own school.

It was during her last two years of high school that she learned the truth. She had a role to play and a purpose to serve. Natalie was supposed to be the princess of the family, the blushing virgin bride that would guarantee the family’s success and fame long after the ministry ended. Her parents had it in their head that Natalie would make the perfect bride to marry off to a rich family, tying everything together. They raised her to be pious, chaste, pure.

But it was during her junior year of high school that she discovered the truth about what the family’s real business - vice. Drugs, sex, extortion, blackmail, stolen goods, and so much more. The biggest money makers by far were prostitution and pornography, especially with children. Ever since the feds started cracking down on it in the 80’s, it became more of a niche market with both a high cost and a high risk. The higher the risk became, the higher the cost was to make it. But it was certainly what the family made most of their money on.

Natalie pieced together her family history as best as she could, considering that everyone tried to keep her on the outside. Her great grandparents settled in Harbor City around the turn of the century. Her grandparents met during World War 2. Her grandmother Emma was from Mons, Hainaut province in Belgium. Grandpa Joe was a GI with the 83rd Recon, 3rd Armored Division. It was the classic love story of the time. A young woman meets a handsome young man who liberates her city, they fall in love, she’s pregnant before his tour is over, they get married in a rush and she moves to the states with him and they have 6 more kids, 7 in total before they both pass away in their 70’s after being married for 46 years. Her father Charlie was the third of seven, born in 1949. He met her mother Samantha in the late 60’s and they were married quick and had their boys Jacob and Jason almost as quick. He had a bunch of odd jobs and one day claims that God talked to him while he was working at his used car lot and told him to spread his word to everyone around. He supposedly sold his share of the business to his partner Rich Batey and became a Minister. Charlie then hit the road for a long time, preaching anywhere he could until he struck it big one day with a small parish called First Union Holy Church. Within a year he brought the church from the brink of closure to the fastest growing church in the region, preaching a new twist on Christianity called Prosperity Gospel. The rest, they say, is history.

Except it isn’t. That was the public, sanitized version the family loved to tell. They knew the story about Charlie struggling to pay bills as a salesman struck a chord with the working man, even if it was bullshit. The truth is Charlie hated nothing more than an honest day’s work and worked twice as hard to never do it again. He was tied up with some criminals who he was in hock to for gambling debts and ratted them out to save his own skin. He claimed to find religion as a way to avoid jail and came up with a story with his business partner Rich Batey to spin the yarn that he was now a minister. Nobody back then would suspect that the Minister was smuggling drugs, porn, and people. But the funny thing is, Charlie was quite good at it. So good in fact that he made more from being a traveling preacher than he did as a professional criminal.

So it came as quite a shock when a dozen mobsters rolled into church one Sunday evening after being paroled to find Charlie preaching about forgiveness and how God rewards those who reward others with the greatest gift of all. Without missing a beat, he called forth one of the new visitors and talked about forgiveness and how this man had paid for his crimes, and it was time that he forgave himself. The man was dead set on killing him, but broke down in tears in front of the congregation. At least that’s how Uncle Larry described his first night out of prison.

Charlie met with the men later on and worked out a deal to work together and how they would hunt down the stooge who ratted them out. Charlie, now a respected man of the cloth and member of society, spoke to the parole board on behalf of these men, and they became his missionaries, spreading the gospel on the surface while distributing illegal drugs and porn on the side.

So it was the church that made the visible money, but the porn that made the significant portion of illicit money. By the time the mid 80’s rolled around, Charlie was out of the drug game. “Too hot, too much competition,” he’d say. One of his missionaries was caught down in Mexico with a ton of cocaine and never made it home. As tempting as it was with the money, the risk for selling drugs just wasn’t there anymore. They had enough contacts in that world that they’d never go for wanting, but decided to leave moving and selling to others.

That left prostitution and porn as the big money makers for the church. While they did have a few women that worked in it, most of Charlie’s clientele liked them young. The reason for this was simple: it was easy to find a woman that was willing to fuck for money, but a kid was much harder to find. Charlie solved that problem years earlier with his Sunday School, special education events, and their overseas work. Forget all the crap about stranger danger, the vast majority of children are abused by relatives or people in positions of power. And Charlie was often both. He would use his position as their minister to convince both the parents and the kids that he could be trusted, then have his way with them. Sometimes the parents were in on it, others not. Sometimes they were willing participants, others they were blackmailed or extorted into silence. He would aim for kids from single parent homes if possible since they were the easiest to control. He’d even try to get the parents to trust him further by helping them get extra work or by having the church help them out so the parents would believe the church over their own children. He’d pimp out some women too, but his bread and butter was kids.

One problem with this business was that supplies run out fast. Eventually kids talk and parents talk and they all talk to each other and soon there’s a riot. So Charlie started importing his kids. The great thing with being a religious organization is that they can go pretty much anywhere and help anyone. This includes war torn regions like Central America or Kosovo or Africa or places where the quality of life is low like the former Soviet Union or Costa Rica. And since these orphanages usually have lousy records, it’s easy for a kid to get lost and disappear. As long as most of the kids get adopted out, these places look the other way if the money is good. Or they just don’t look at all of the money is really good.

Speaking of money, that leads Natalie to the first series of crimes she’s ever committed: money laundering. This is the art of taking money from one source and confusing the trail so much that it is indistinguishable from any other sources. It was her mother Samantha that taught her the value of hiding money for a rainy day and covering where it came from. “Conservative women shouldn’t work, but that doesn’t mean you have to be completely dependent on your husband or father.” Samantha herself had squirreled away a couple million over the years in various trusts, LLC’s and investments. The first business she bought was a laundromat, back when she was so naive she thought laundering money actually meant throwing it in the washing machine. It wasn’t until a little later on that she learned that she could easily move cash through it, covering up how much was made. An extra ten grand a week at the laundromat could easily look like a really good week. It was when they were dealing with hundreds of thousands per month that they had a problem.

Enter the donation basket. As the church became more and more successful, they made more money from offerings, which meant they could launder more from the vice operations. It’s much easier to hide $50,000 in illegal funds when the church makes thrice that much in one service on Easter Sunday.

The hard part is spending that, and that’s where the laundering and LLC’s come in. The church will generously donate money to one charity or another it owns, along with contracting out work needed like repairs to a parishioners’ house or in planning a school build in Jamaica. Of course, that LLC is owned and operated by a family member who then transfers those funds into a holding account that is accessible by personal accounts. Once sufficiently moved around and the taxes paid where needed, the funds are free and clear to use.

Thus, it’s how Natalie Daniels had a little under 1 million dollars to her name only a few months after her 18th birthday. Money that she would use to hurt those who wronged her and money that would be the basis of her empire.

And that would start by buying the apartment building on Marwick Street.
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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Smoking and planning
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Suzy takes Natalie out to celebrate her new purchase...
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Plans on Plans





The bulk of November passed quickly for Natalie. Between papers, exams, buying an apartment building, preparing for a move, trying to get Suzy accepted into HCU, expelled from Redstone, and planning revenge, Natalie was exhausted. She needed some time off, but that wasn’t going to happen this coming weekend. She had too many things to do, and no time to relax.

The first things on her list was schoolwork. Her media literacy class required a 10 page paper on the use of evolving technologies to move forward God’s message, and she wrote it on this new thing called “The Internet.” She made an argument on how this new technology could be used to spread the Lord’s message to parts of the world never visited by missionaries, and can provide safe havens for people who might not feel comfortable enough in their own communities to ask questions. She used an example of the anonymity provided in a group chat where, as long as someone doesn’t use their real name in their user ID, they could pretend to be anyone. The only “verification” done in these rooms was the ASL request, for “Age, Sex, Location.” Natalie left out the content of most of these conversations, like the repeated attempts at cybersex by men clearly in their 40’s pretending to be teen boys or girls, or how most talks about Jesus devolve into sexual chats about “making you scream for Him.” But she did make the point on how the Internet could be useful in spreading God’s message.

Next up were a couple exams. Redstone’s schedule is like that of most traditional semester-based colleges. The Fall semester essentially wraps up around Thanksgiving with maybe a week of classes after the holiday before Finals start. 3 of her 5 classes have finals after Thanksgiving. The two that don’t instead have papers or projects due earlier. Her performance was good enough that she’s already clinched graduation, even if she no-shows the finals. Still, those two classes in question had exams before the week was over. They were simple enough, “Interpretation of The Gospels” and “Advanced Young Earth Science Discussion” were cakewalks for her. She aced both tests, securing A’s for the class.

The purchase took a little under two weeks to complete. As soon as she made the offer of 350k in cash, the seller accepted right away as long as Natalie covered all closing costs and they could get an inspection done right away. By Thursday she was now the youngest landlord in Harbor City. Before the night was over, she’d already hired someone she trusted to be the building super and a cleaning crew for the vacant apartments, storefront, and common areas. She also spent a good part of the night trying to figure out which apartment she wanted. The nicest was the two bedroom on the second floor, but was also the one that would bring in the most rent. The one with the den also brought in a lot and could easily have a second person living there. As much as she’d like to have Suzy as a roommate going forward, she also needs a place to plot. “Can’t have someone walk in and see what I’m doing.” So it was either the 1 bedroom or the studio apartment. Natalie wanted the studio, as long as Suzy didn’t throw a fit about the rent for the other apartments. She knew that she wanted to charge $650 for 2A, the 2 bedroom apartment, $500 for 2B with the den, $450 for 3A and $325 for the studio 3B. Any apartment she took meant she didn’t charge rent on it. One lesson she learned from her mother was about spending money. “It’s hard to make money when you’re spending money on something you don’t need to.” Of course, she’d use that lesson to deny her daughter of basic luxuries.

When Natalie arrived at her dorm room Thursday afternoon, she found Suzy changed out of her class uniform and into her winter comfy clothes of a grey sweater and a pair of red sweatpants. Suzy was hunched over her desk, writing something.

“Whatchya working on?” Natalie asked as she dropped her stuff off on her bed before booting up her computer.

“Punishment assignment.” Suzy said.

“Go on…”

“Skipped chapel all of last week. So I have to write a 500 word essay on the importance of going to chapel. I’ve spent most of the essay talking about how I had important work to do but would rather write this essay than get an excuse explaining why I wasn’t in chapel. I said how asking for an excuse to skip something I didn’t want to go to in the first place felt like I was lying and abusing the rules they set forth that are supposed to foster honesty. So I accept writing an assignment and will do so again because I’d rather skip chapel and be punished for that than abuse a broken system meant to protect those capable of getting others to lie for them.”

“Impressive. Using their rules against them to call out their hypocrisy. I like it. How’s the rest going?”

“I talked with someone from HCU’s financial aid office, they processed stuff on their end and my student loans and aid are ready to go, just need my parents to sign off. I talked to Mom yesterday about how I really want to leave this school. We’re gonna have a big talk during Thanksgiving week but she keeps saying it’s up to Dad. I’ve talked to him a couple times, but he keeps saying things like ‘you don’t need to go to another school, they have a great blah blah blah.’ Then he said that as long I’m in good standing at Redstone, he won’t sign off on me going to HCU. So I started skipping chapel that night and I’ve skipped something like 5 services in a row.” Suzy said, getting a little antsy.

“You rebel you.” Natalie said sarcastically. “Today skipping chapel. What’s next, smoking? Black tar heroin? Jerking off one of the boys?” Natalie laughed at the end, trying to indicate that this was her joking. Suzy noticed and lightened up a little.

“Tried smoking, no one’s said anything yet aside from a teacher asking if he could bum one. Tastes terrible. Even tried smoking while walking to class. Tonight I’m just going to go outside at 10:55PM, light up a smoke, and just puff away until 11:01. Technically make me late for curfew. That plus all of the missed chapels should bring me up for Honor Council.” Suzy said.

“At least wash your hands before coming back.” The computer was chugging along the boot-up process, coming to the Windows desktop. She sat and clicked on the icon for AOL.

“How’d the apartment thing go?”

“Great. Closed on the building, everything’s ready to go.” Natalie said.

Suzy immediately dropped what she was doing, jumped out of her chair, and strode across the room in a single bound to hug the other blonde. “OH MY GOD, THAT IS SO AMAZING! CONGRATULATIONS!” Suzy wrapped Natalie in a tight hug, seemingly kissing Natalie on the hair as she hugged her friend.

“Ah, it’s nothing.” Natalie tried to say dismissively.

“Bullshit. You just bought an entire building. That’s not nothing. You bought a place to live and a place to work all in one. Congrats Nat.” Again, another hug squeeze and small kiss on her friend’s head.

Natalie was a little put off, but confused at the same time. Suzy had shown more excitement and pride for her in this one moment than she could ever recall from her family in years. The last person to show any level of excitement for one of her accomplishments was Grandma Emma before she passed. Even that, she did something important. This? Was this important? Maybe.

“You said it’s over by HCU, right?” Suzy asked, finally letting go of the hug and going back to her side of the room for her dresser.

“Yeah, on Marwick.”

“Good. That’s like a 10 or 15 minute walk. We’re going out for dinner, my treat.” Suzy was already to the closet before Natalie could register what was going on.

“Wait, what? I just got here.” Natalie said as her computer connected to the Internet.

“C’mon, you’ll like it. I know you want to show the place off, just a little. Your parents don’t know, you’re brothers don’t know, none of your cousins know, no one but me and the realtor know.”

“Don’t forget the lawyer. And the inspector. And maybe-“

“Point is, you don’t have anyone to celebrate with. This is important, and you deserve to have a little fun now and then. I’ll head to the bathroom, give you a few minutes to check your email, and then we’ll go on a little walk for dinner.”

“Where to?” Natalie said, not liking where this was going.

“Wherever you want. Anywhere the two of us can get dinner for less than $20 along the way or nearby.” Suzy said as she grabbed her purse and thumbed through her wallet for cash. “Ten minutes good for mail?”

“Sure, I guess.” Natalie said, already opening a couple mails to see what progress if any was made on her plans for the weekend. She had one reply from Alex Petrovsky confirming that the family’s dinner on Saturday would be at the Concordia Hotel and another from her Fixer Tony Martens that the supplies she wanted were secured but that she might have to “call an audible” on what happens after since the stuff he supplied was a different potency than what she originally planned on. He also said that he “secured a spot and a cameraman for tomorrow night” that left a bad taste in her mouth. The third email was from a pharmacist she knew that said that 2 part poisons were possible, but pretty rare and hard to make. By the time he could whip something up, she’d have been able to hit them with a hundred other things. She thanked him for his time, replied to the other two mails, and closed AOL and shut down her PC by the time Suzy had returned.


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The two women made their way through Collegetown after leaving the Redstone campus. It was a chilly day with a high of 41 Fahrenheit and a threat of rain throughout the afternoon. That threat became real when they were about 10 blocks from Natalie’s building as the skies opened and cold grey rain poured down. The two women ran into the nearest building, a McDonald’s on Riverton Avenue. Suzy asked Natalie if she wanted to eat here, and she agreed. It wasn’t so much that she had a craving for McDonald’s, far from it. The walk to the next restaurant or coffee shop would see them get soaked.

Natalie was lost ordering a meal. Eventually she ordered a Filet-O-Fish meal with a Coke while Suzy ordered a Big Mac meal with a Sprite and a 9-piece McNugget with honey. She was kind of embarrassed to admit this until after they sat but Natalie had never been to a McDonald’s before, at least not to eat. Suzy was shocked and curious, so she asked why and how. Natalie thought as she bit into her fish sandwich, enjoying the initial taste. “I don’t know. My mother never liked McDonald’s, and acted like drive-thru’s were tacky and disgusting. She refused to go to one, even on road trips. Father would sneak some on his way home from a long night, but they’d argue about it. My brothers are bigger fans of Taco Bell but will eat anything that isn’t moving. May I?” She motioned for one of the nuggets and Suzy nodded as she chewed on her double decker burger. “People eat this stuff all the time?” Natalie asked with a genuine air of curiosity.

“Not all the time, but some people do. It’s not healthy, it’s not good for you, it’s not even that great tasting, but it’s quick, cheap, and good enough.”

Natalie stared at the nugget before eating. “Do I want to ask what part of the chicken this came from?”

“Probably not. But it shouldn’t kill you.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’ve come here a few times when I’ve been sick and tired of the Table, and been to many of these over the years. They’re great for road trips. Worst case, you might have an upset stomach for a day or two if your body isn’t used to it. That goes great with the honey.” Suzy said.

Natalie tried the McNugget with some of the honey, and was surprised by how good it tasted. Sweet, savory, salty, delicious. The fries were next, and she almost couldn’t get enough.

The two women finished their meal as they waited for the rain to subside. They decided to each get a chocolate shake and try an apple pie for dessert as they watched the storm roll past. Another twenty minutes passed and the sun started to go down before the rain subsided enough to walk without getting soaked. They made the remaining walk with Suzy smoking a cigarette.

“Seriously?”

“What?” Suzy asked before continuing. “I’m only doing this until I can get expelled. It’s so damn hypocritical of that church, telling us we can’t smoke or drink, meanwhile I had a teacher asking me for a smoke. It’s crazy. I’m an adult, I should be allowed to make my own decisions, even if they’re a little bad. Plus, it feels so good after a meal.”

“Well, no smoking in the building. Think it needs cleaned anyway, but I don’t want to make it harder.”

“No problemo.” Suzy said.

“How many are smoking a day?” Natalie asked.

“3, maybe 4. Today’s the most with 4 if I have one after getting back to the dorm.”

“Well, try not to make it a bigger habit. This is just so you can get in trouble. We’ll be there in a moment.” Natalie said as they rounded the corner onto Marwick Street. Natalie grabbed her keys as Suzy dropped her smoke and snuffed it out with her foot.



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Natalie showed off the building to Suzy, who was in awe at every step. The more Natalie described her vision, the more excited Suzy got. By the time they finished the tour of the first floor, Natalie felt ready to open her shop tomorrow. She was even more excited when they checked out the apartments. Suzy asked a good question about them.

“Why are they vacant?”

“Not completely sure. They didn’t tell me, but it sounds like he needed to leave the state pretty quick. He took a cash offer 50 grand less than he was asking, didn’t renew any of the leases, and split. I’m going to rent out the two on the second floor right away, as soon as I can get a lease drawn up and all that. As for the top floor, I was leaning toward taking the studio since it would be the smallest and bring in the least rent. The bedroom one upstairs is $450 a month, yours if you want it.” Natalie said, catching Suzy off guard.

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Figure it’s closer to-“ Natalie couldn’t get the words out before she was captured in a bear hug from Suzy.

“That’s so freaking awesome, thank you! It means I won’t be in the dorms, we’ll be neighbors and sort-of roomies. This is amazing!” Suzy gave Natalie another hug before kissing her cheek before they went downstairs. Once again, Natalie couldn’t help but notice that kiss on her cheek. It was deliberate this time.

The two women locked up and left in the dark. “Y’know, one thing I’m looking forward to with HCU, they have free bus passes.”

“Really?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah. Part of the deal they have with Chester County Transit Authority is that every student of HCU gets a free unlimited bus pass. They can use it to get anywhere the busses run.”

“That would be nice.”

“Any clue why Redstone doesn’t do it? You know more than I do, but my guess is money.” Suzy said.

“Money. Mostly money, with a little bit of fear mongering and control. If students had bus passes, they don’t have to live as close to campus or be reliant on the school for everything. Plus, if a bunch of students keep missing curfew and say it’s because the busses were late, that makes it harder to punish students. So they decided to save the money and use it toward the omelette bar.”

“Omelettes are nice, but being able to get to the mall one day without having to bum a ride everywhere would be better. Speaking of rides, you keeping Daddy’s Lexus with this building? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but keeping that here might not be a good idea.”

“Why’s that?” Natalie turned to look as Suzy as her friend fidgeted like she was thinking about having another smoke.

“Well, two reasons. 3 now that I thought of a third. First, that car is way too fancy for Collegetown and screams money. So someone’s bound to break in and steal that CD changer you don’t use. Second, does that car send the right message for your ministry? Seems a little too…”

“Ostentatious?”

“Gaudy. Ostentatious works too, but I was thinking gaudy. Everything you’ve said that you don’t like about how your family works and operates is represented by that car. Sure, you may need to use it in the fancy neighborhoods of Hillside Estates and the like, but it just doesn’t have the same feeling everywhere else. And it’s the wrong kind of fancy.”

“Not following.”

Suzy looked up, like she was searching for the thought before she started. “My uncle’s a real car guy, and gets into long rambles about different cars. Lexus is a fancy Toyota. Just like Infiniti is a fancy Nissan and Acura is a fancy Honda. Cadillac is a fancy GM, Lincoln is a fancy Ford, Plymouth for Chrysler, Oldsmobile’s are Caddy’s for the working class, and so on. Then you’ve got your European brands like Audi, Saab, BMW and Mercedes. They all say something different, and Lexus says ‘I like spending more money on a fancy Toyota Corolla.’ The people impressed by luxury look down on it because it’s not a Mercedes or Beemer, the blue collar workers around here hate it once they find out it’s foreign, and everyone else thinks it’s a Toyota from a distance.”

“Haven’t really put much thought into my car brand before.”

“It’s okay, most ‘guys’ don’t think girls give a shit about that. Bunch of sexist garbage.” Suzy said as she looked around to make sure they weren’t being followed. “Besides, they see you driving a Lexus and immediately think Daddy bought it and paid for everything.”

“What’s your third reason? You said you had 3 reasons why I should get a new car.”

“Okay, not new, but different. The third reason is you didn’t pick this car. Your father did, and that’s a stretch to say. You said he was friends with the dealer, right?”

“Uncle Rich? Yeah.” Natalie said.

“What are the odds that your uncle the owner of the dealership picked this car out and not your father? I’d say it’s like 100 percent likely.”

“So what are you getting at? That I should get a different car?”

Suzy nodded her head. “Yeah. At least think about it. How practical is driving a Lexus when setting up a ministry where you’ll go who knows where. For the times you need to be practical, get a practical car, like that one.” Suzy pointed to a Volvo wagon as it drove past them.

“I’ll think about it.” Natalie said. She knew Suzy was right. She hated that Lexus for many reasons, least of which was that Father got it for her. She had no say in any part of the process. Once she executed her plans this weekend, one of the first things she would do is stop by Uncle Rich’s store and see what they had in stock that fit her better. Something with a large trunk, maybe big enough to fit a body.

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To Be Continued. The action picks up in the next couple chapters...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Drugs, nosex, setup
Content Warnings: Allergies and Fancy Food
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Natalie comes home and is constantly looking over her shoulder...
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Pick Your Poison





As much as Natalie hated to, she had to spend Friday night with her family. Ever since the “night visits” started a couple months prior, she couldn’t feel at ease at home. Kind of hard to do that when she had a 50/50 chance of being raped in her bed.

She made sure that all of her plans for the weekend were set before heading home. She’d have to play the role of the dutiful daughter while she was with her family. That meant that she couldn’t plan things like poisoning all of them or blackmailing them. So she sent the emails that she needed to before she left at 5 PM verifying that everything was in order and ready to go.

Traffic at rush-hour on Friday always seems to be the worst of the week. At the time when people are most motivated to drive swift and precise, vegan instead turn into fucking morons. Natalie sat through what should’ve been a 45 minute drive but instead turned into 90 minutes. An accident on 386 created a traffic jam that tested not only her patience but her ability to navigate the back roads of Harbor City. After a few unsuccessful detours through the suburbs, she eventually ended up somewhere she recognized.

Driving through the gate to her home filled her with dread. “How was this going to go wrong tonight?” She asked herself as she drove up to the side door, parking next to her family and any guests that were visiting. The help had their own entrance away from prying eyes. Rich people don’t want to see the maid’s broken hooptee. And another thing that Natalie thought about as she parked her Lexus next to 4 identical ones and an SUV was how this house had a front door, but no one used it. It was for decoration for guests or VIP’s. Anyone who was supposed to be there knew better.

Natalie stared at the door for what felt like an eternity, breathing slowly and repeating “slow” as she tried to stave off a panic attack. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know how tonight would go. She was already late for dinner so there was a good chance that dinner was already prepared. The cooks would never poison her food, but she knew her family would. First off, Father wasn’t stupid enough to risk getting caught by having one of the cooks slip something into her dinner. They’d think it was suspicious that only one specific dish would get something. “The help is only as loyal as far as you pay them.” She’d heard that line so many times growing up that she took it as a mantra to never trust anyone her family employed. And since she couldn’t trust the help, or her family, and Grandma Emma was dead, that left a big old fat goose egg of those she could trust implicitly. Second, at least three of the five people waiting for her at the dinner table could be in on it. Four if Mother was feeling particularly amorous tonight. The only one she didn’t think would slip anything in her meal was Wendy. So that left four likely villains in her story tonight.

She grabbed her jacket and bookbag from her car and left, locking the car behind her. No one was likely to do anything here, but she liked to be safe. She blamed it on living in Collegetown but it was a habit of getting awoken by rape so many times recently that destroyed her sense of security here. She entered the side door which led to the primary living wing of the house. The main dining room was in this way, and she could smell the dinner from down the hall. Bouilabaisse. French fish stew. By the time Natalie finished the journey to the dining room, her stomach was beginning to overpower her sense of self-preservation. Her favorite stew growing up, something that Father knows that she can’t get enough of, and with a side of garlic bread and Caesar Salad she wouldn’t be able to help but dig in. But first, there was protocol.

Natalie stood at the entry to the dining room, the table large enough to hold 2 dozen people set for only 6 seats. Father sat at the end furthest from the door with his back to the window, Mother sat to his right. Wendy sat next to Mother, and an empty place setting next to her meant for Natalie. Jason sat to Father’s left with Jacob next to him. Natalie stood, having removed her coat and bookbag out in the adjoining hall and hung them up. She stood for a long moment, waiting for someone to acknowledge her presence. When that did not happen, she cleared her throat. Mother turned to her.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in. You’re late.” Mother said, her brown hair dyed extra dark and feathered just right to look magnificent on Sunday morning. She wore a white silk blouse that buttoned all they way up to the collar. Mother, Samantha or Mrs. Daniels to the rest of the world, looked all the part of the traditional housewife without any of the work.

“May I sit for dinner, ma’am?” Natalie said, looking at Mother.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone else who was here on time.” Mother said, putting a little chiding in her tone.

While Natalie saw an opening where she could just throw a tantrum and leave, that would ultimately backfire. Not only would this turn into a major fight, but then they would hurt her more tonight once they had a chance. She knew what she had to do to play along. “Mother, may I please sit for dinner? I … I have no excuse for my tardiness. Traffic was bad, but I should have left earlier.” The words stung as she apologized to this woman.

Mother harrumphed for a moment. “Fine, you may sit.”

“Thank you, Mother. Father, Jason, Jacob. Wendy.” Natalie said formally to everyone. The only one that did anything other than a perfunctory nod was Wendy. As soon as she was close enough, the awkard and chubby 12-year-old blonde turned and hugged her older sister.

“I missed you.” Wendy said.

“As did I.”

“How was school-“

Just as Wendy asked Natalie even the most basic of catchup questions, Mother hissed.

“Repeat the rules, both of you.”

The girls sighed, then spoke in unison. “No speaking unless spoken to by Mother or Father.”

“That’s better.” Mother said as she returned to eating. Wendy shook her head in disappointment at her mother, then gave a knowing look to Natalie.

The older sister, meanwhile, took a moment to figure out if and how she would be poisoned tonight. Her guess was another sleeping pill crushed up into her stew or on her salad. It would be very easy to pour it in to her stew and mix around, and the garlic would cover up any lingering tastes. The salad was also a good choice, as it would just seem like any of the toppings. The stew was already on her plate. If history was followed, it was served by the cook or butler, whomever was still on shift and working this evening and served from the community pot. That pretty much ruled out the stew for her, unless someone spiked her meal after. She also ruled out the water as she would see sediment in the glass. The salad was similarly served from one bowl by the staff, so she ruled that out as well. A quick glance before she sat showed that everyone was eating the stew and garlic bread, and everyone but the twins had the salad. ‘They wouldn’t risk drugging themselves.’ Under that guidance, she assured herself that the food should be safe to eat. Natalie quickly grasped her hands in silence, said “Amen” then proceeded to eat slowly.

Most of the dinner passed in silence and she paid attention to her plate more than what anyone was doing around the table, though she did steal the occasional glance to gauge reactions. Wendy was still moping and waiting to be excused having finished around the time Natalie sat down. The twins seemed to communicate in their own language and filled up on their third bowls of the stew. Father seemed more annoyed than anything else at Mother and her adherence to her rules.

Natalie recited them in her mind like they were a mantra. ’No elbows on the table. Sit up straight. No fidgeting. No slurping. No reaching. No toys at the table. No complaining. No laughing. No crying. No disgust. No leaving without permission. No one is excused until everyone is finished. Father eats first, then Mother. Compliment Mother and Father. No money or politics unless brought up by Mother or Father. Look presentable to the Lord. Do not eat in a rush.’ Spending a semester eating at the Table helped her see how irregular this was, but as long as she was in this house, she couldn’t say anything.

As Natalie ate her Bouilabaisse, she studied her family between bites.

First there was Father, the Reverend Charlie Daniels. He was a tall, portly man at nearly 6’2” with short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He sat in a suit, obviously left over from working throughout the day and not changed into for a special occasion. His weight was still over 250 pounds but to his credit he had lost about a hundred pounds in the past couple years. He realized people would rather follow a skinny man into heaven than a fat one helped him curb his hunger. He looked like a jovial banker waiting for a meeting to end more than a preacher or a rapist at this moment, but she knew he could be all three at once.

Next were Jason and Jacob. They were both good looking men, physically good looking with trimmed brown hair, brown eyes, and sweet faces. They acted a bit ‘dweeby’ at times, but had let loose into partiers at college. They both wore workout clothes, having ‘hit the weights’ before dinner. Natalie fumed inwardly as they were allowed to wear gym clothes to the table but she couldn’t. The fact that she had a sweatshirt on would be enough to get yelled at on most nights, but she figured that being late was already enough of a sin in their eyes.

Wendy did her best to not fidget nor complain as Natalie worked on her meal, though the older sister could feel the younger one kicking her dangling feet back and forth impatiently.

Finally there was Mother. She looked at everyone with a level of disdain only possible through Christian Love. Her brown hair and brown eyes glared at everyone. The only sign of enjoyment that occurred was when Mother’s ‘fifth child’ entered the room.

Sir Marsmallow of Sussex. Marshy for short. Mother’s ‘prize-winning’ Bichon Frise. The little fluffball ran into the dining room, yelping from being ignored for a whole, whopping 20 minutes.

“Here Marshy, come here big boy.” Mother called for the dog, and he jumped into her arms in one leap. She hugged him and let the dog sit in her lap as she fed him little chunks of dinner from the table.

Wendy shook her head in disgust at the dog eating from the table. Natalie sped up as much as she could before her allergies kicked in. There was still a few spoonfuls of broth left. Marshy jumped out of Mother’s arms and walked on the table to Natalie’s bowl to finish her stew. Natalie pushed back from the dog, knowing a sneezing and coughing fit was oncoming if she didn’t leave.

“May we be excused?” Natalie asked, pushing back from the dog that would make her sick shortly.

“Not until-“

“You’re excused, dinner was delicious my dear. Kids, let’s meet for dessert in the kitchen.” Father cut off Mother and got a side eye for it. He couldn’t stand that dog either, and was sick of how his wife paid more attention to the dog than him. The kids split from the room before Mother couldn’t figure out who to yell at first. Father was the slowest to get up, and dealt with Mother’s wrath for one-upping her authority. The two argued as Natalie left their range.

Before Natalie could make it back to her room, she was caught in a hug from Wendy. Her younger sister hugged her from behind, proclaiming how much she missed her older sis. She let the hug go just long enough for Natalie to turn, getting a chance to see Wendy. She was glad to see her, but upset over Wendy’s clothes.

She was allowed to wear jeans around the house.

Natalie remembered how many times she was yelled at for even thinking of wearing jeans growing up. She wasn’t allowed to wear them unless they were going somewhere they were required. Even slacks were frowned upon if a dress or skirt could be worn. She only got a pair of jeans for everyday wear a few years ago, and only on special occasions like going to the stables for Western skills. It wasn’t until she left for college that she wore jeans more than twice a week for the first time in her life. She tried to hide the disappointment on how once again her little sister was allowed to do something so simple and took it for granted.

The two girls caught up as best they could, but neither of them were very forthcoming. Wendy talked about some of her friends in school while Natalie talked about how she was finishing up classes and thought about her post school plans. As they chatted, they wandered the halls of the mansion until they ended up in the main kitchen as one of the cooks prepared dessert. Tonight it was a lemon chiffon cake with a raspberry coulis. It was a light, airy cake that had a raspberry sauce. They hung out in the kitchen as the cook prepared it. Natalie paid close attention to the cook’s movements, making sure there was nothing suspicious. From what she could tell, everyone had the same size serving, each with the same sauce. She assumed there was no chance for poison here. When dessert was called, the girls sat and ate their cake across from the twins while Mother and Father kept fighting in the adjoining rooms.

“Sounds like a pretty bad one.” Jason said between bites.

“Good.” Jacob said, earning some glares. “The longer they fight, the more we can enjoy the cake.”

“You know she’s going to take it out on us.” Jason replied.

“That’s a problem for Tomorrow Jake. Now Jake is happy he’s not getting yelled at for once.”

“Yeah, but as soon as you leave, she’ll start yelling at me.” Wendy said.

“No she won’t, I’m here. She hasn’t yelled at me all week and has so much to catch up on.” Natalie said almost too matter of factly. Wendy felt hurt and gave her sister a quick hug.

Just as everyone was finishing the last of their slices, the door opened with a crash. Father came marching in, heading for the kitchen. Mother stopped at the door a few feet behind him, carrying Marshy. “LEAVE THAT DAMN DOG OUT OF THIS ROOM! AT LEAST THREE OF OUR KIDS AND YOUR HUSBAND ARE ALLERGIC AND YOU TREAT THAT THING LIKE HE’S YOUR FIFTH CHILD! AND DON’T GIVE ME YOUR CRAP ABOUT ALLERGIES BEING MADE UP! I CAN’T HAVE US GET SICK THIS CLOSE TO THANKSGIVING DINNER!”

“It’s not his fault you-“ Mother started before Father cut her off.

“GET THAT FUCKING MUTT OUT OF HERE!”

“DON’T YOU SWEAR, AND DON’T YOU DARE CALL MARSHY A MUTT!” Mother was now a foot from Father, closing fast. The dog somehow ended up on the table again, heading for the food that he sure as shit shouldn’t eat while Mother raised her right hand and slapped Father as hard as she could across the face. Before he could react, she struck him three times. He eventually grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and slammed her up against the wall.

“KIDS, LEAVE.”

They didn’t have to be told twice, and left the room as fast as possible. Once they were out of earshot, Jacob looked over his shoulder to his twin.

“Fight or fuck?”

Wendy was shocked at what Jacob said so casually.

“Taking bets?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, loser has to get the bill tomorrow night.”

“Deal.” The twins shook, then Jason spoke. “Just a fight, she’s too mad to make up with him.”

“I say fuck, after the fight.” Jacob said.

“Eww. That’s our parents.” Wendy said.

Natalie just shook her head at the crassness, but thought about how this could play out. If Father did get himself laid, he might not visit her tonight. Then again, he might visit anyway just because he could. And if the twins left for the night, that could mean a safe night for her. But if the fight turned bad, Father may just ignore niceties and barge in anyway, taking his frustrations out on her instead of his wife. Either way, she wondered how the night could go for her.


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It was after 9PM as she wandered around the house, wondering how the rest of the night would go when she heard a yelping and barking coming from around the corner.

“MARSHY, COME!” Mother yelled, before adding “STOP HIM, HE HAS MY NECKLACE!” Natalie went reflexively into defensive mode, trying to stop the dog before it could get past her. As the little fluffball rounded the corner, Natalie reached down, hoping to catch it. No such luck. As much as she wanted to ignore this problem and blame it on Mother and Sir Marshmallow of Sussex, she knew that as soon as she was seen, Mother would somehow blame her for not trying. It doesn’t matter that even touching the dog would give her a breakout, it only mattered that she stopped the dog before it buried or broke another piece of Mother’s jewelry.

Natalie saw which way that spoilt little shit went and chased after him into the living room. The dog jumped onto the couch and started to pull at the pearl necklace like it was a chew toy. Natalie reached for the necklace, hoping the dog would drop it.

“Let go. Let go.”

“DROP IT!” Mother called from the doorway and Marshy dropped the necklace, then sat up and wagged his tail, thinking he did a good job in this game. Natalie watched as Mother entered the room in a huff and yanked the necklace out of her hand. She then turned to Marshy. “Not a toy.” Instead, that dumb dog just stared and wagged his tail. As Mother moved to pick him up, he jump up towards Natalie. Out of instinct, she put her hands up to catch him. Marshy thanked her with licking her neck and snuggling in her arms.

Mother yanked the dog away and said something, but Natalie didn’t bother to hear. She made a mad dash to her room, to her bedroom and medicine cabinet. She could already feel the coughing fit kick up as she ran, only stopping to sneeze twice. Her neck felt itchy as the allergens attacked her body. She sprinted into the bathroom and opened her medicine cabinet, grabbing an orange bottle of pills. In a hurry she downed three of them before grabbing a cup for water. As she tried to catch her breath, it was then she noticed the pills were different. They normally had a different shape to them, but in the rush she didn’t stop to check it out. Natalie read the bottle carefully.

“Histavax: Take 1 pill as needed or before bedtime with water. WARNING: May cause drowsiness, do not drive or operate heavy machinery after taking.”

Natalie looked in the mirror with abject horror. Someone swapped out her normal non-drowsy allergy medicine with one that had a built-in sedative. They didn’t need to drug her tonight, they knew she’d do it herself.

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To Be Continued...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: NCon, bond, bdsm, MF, FF, drugged, anal, incest
Content Warnings: Rape, Incest, and BDSM
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Natalie recounts what happens as her family visits her bedroom...
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Nighttime Visitors





Natalie wept as she laid in bed, her impromptu traps set up on the floor and drapes open, but knowing deep down they won’t make a difference tonight. Without her computer, she couldn’t look up how bad off she would be, but knew that taking three of these pills when one should make her sleepy meant that as soon as she passed out, she’d be lucky if she heard a car crash outside her window. These bastards swapped out her medication. They knew that she is allergic to that little piece of shit dog, and did everything they could to keep her from getting to her bedroom. She didn’t think they’d stoop so low as to swap out her allergy medication. And because of that, she didn’t check before she took those pills as she felt her face and neck get itchy.

That’s why they didn’t bother poisoning her food. They knew she’d do it herself. They used the dog.

The last thing Natalie thought as she drifted off was how much she hated that dog. “I’m going to get raped in a few minutes because of that dog.”



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Bits and pieces, flashes of memory. That’s what she experiences under the drugs. A noise here, a feeling there, a grab and grope. It’s all a jumble of sensations at first. The door opening, creaking floorboards, wrists being tied, her mouth gagged. Usually it’s when she feels the gag in her mouth when she wakes up. Something about feeling her mouth filled and cutting off her breathing for a moment that normally freaks her out enough to wake up. And by the time that happens, it’s far too late.

There’s an unwritten rule about raping Natalie in the house. If she can yell, back away. It’s a strange rule, but one with a simple reason. There are so many servants and employees working in the house even at night that someone might hear. Best case scenario, they ignore things and go on their way. Worst case, they either call the cops or join in. It’s one thing if the brothers rape her, but they see anyone else touching Natalie as an insult.

This time was different. Normally she wakes up and fights once they gag her, but she took so much of the medication that she barely registered that her hands were tied to the bedposts or her panties were shoved in her mouth and taped over. She only glanced down a little to see who it was that lifted her nightgown up over her breasts.

Father.

‘At least he’s gentle.’ Natalie thought as she felt him kiss her face, her breasts, and her nipples as he made his way down her belly to her kitty. She hated the crass words everyone else used, but enjoyed how good it felt when he kissed her there. She moaned a little as he worked his tongue over her kitty, hitting her button over and over. Even with as drugged as she was, she could lose herself in a well-placed orgasm.

She faded in and out after Father stopped licking her and mounted her. At least she was drugged enough to barely notice his fat body fucking her for what felt like an eternity. It would only be by glancing at the alarm clock could she see how long it’s been, and she was too tired to turn her head. She faded in and out, only realizing he was done as he shuddered inside her and he collapsed on her, crushing her with all his weight until he rolled off.

The images changed, the feelings modified, the smells varied. Instead of slow and gentle, it was fast and jerky.

Jacob.

Jacob was fast, but wouldn’t last. At least not the first time, anyway. He wasn’t as good as he thought he was, a pretty lousy lay even for a rape. But if Jacob was here, that meant Jason wouldn’t be far behind.

And just like clockwork, as soon as Jacob finished Jason started. Jacob just couldn’t get enough of blowing his load on her face. It’s like he was a dog marking his territory. And as much as Jason loved pussy, he wanted her butt more. Jacob could care less about her butt, but Jason loved screwing her bum. At least with the drugs she didn’t feel the pain as much. She’d be sore in the morning, but at least now when he sodomized her, she was out of it.

Time passes.

Someone else climbed into her bed. It’s a different feeling, much lighter. The bed doesn’t bounce as much from the gyrations and weight. But the pain is much more intense.

Mother.

It’s like she’s trying to get back her pregnancy pains one thrust at a time with her extra large dildo. Even drugged it hurts like Hell. This is usually when she wakes up and cries through the pain. If it’s not the thrusts, it’s the whipping, slapping, or biting. Mother isn’t even trying to enjoy herself physically anymore, just trying to extract whatever pain she can. For her it’s all about causing pain. She plays with her kitty while Natalie cries, and keeps hurting her until she cries. If Natalie is drugged, it doesn’t matter. Mother knows how to get some tears. The binder clips on the nipples, the small zapper thingy on her special button, the pizza cutter between her toes, whatever it takes. As much as she wants to just to get it over with, she can’t cry with the drugs. It’s long, it’s brutal, and it hurts more than she’d care to describe. Now Mother tries a new torture by forcing the zappy thing inside of her and using. That elicits the screams that Mother needs to get off. Over and over as Natalie is fully aware of the pain shooting through her body and screaming into her gag, Mother shoves her fingers into her kitty to cum. It’s only when she orgasms that she withdraws the zapper and climbs off the bed. One last slap across the face and a zap on the nipples is all Natalie needs to cry about to get Mother to leave.

At some point, there’s a prick in her hip. She can’t see what it is, but knows that the needle’s contents will help her get back to sleep.

Natalie more passes out than falls back asleep, still tied to the bed, her tears dried up long ago.

It’s when she wakes up a few hours later that her hands are free and her gag is gone. She can see the sunlight through the window, illuminating her room just so. They didn’t even have the decency to close her drapes before they raped her. All it would take is one well-placed paparazzi or investigator to see their debauchery.

Like the one she hired and had stake out her room last night.
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To Be Continued...